The Big Wadge is a collection of insane ramblings and cultural musings from writer Peter Davidson. A collection of art. poetry, comedy and music that has tickled his fancy or disturbed his dreams.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

MUSIC - Willy Mason

Look him in the eyesThere's no need to be scaredHe's as powerless as you and me,Though his face is well wornAnd his clothes a bit tornThat don't mean that you shouldn't believe,When he asks you your nameSays 'brother we're all here in the same game'But you shrink back like he's a disease,Yeah you shake and you moanYou say 'oh please take me home'And the homeless all sing the reprise.

It's a hard hand to holdThat is looking for controlIt is tempting to fightWhen you know that you're right,It's hard to lie downWhen you don't trust the groundIt's hard to hold on,It's hard to hold on.

Walking home againbecomes a battle with the windAs it teases your previsions against shame,Like all that wax in your hairIt becomes painfully clearThat as long as it's a fight, you'll never win,And when you get to the doorYou're still so busy fighting warsThat you can't look upon your lady as a friend,You're trying so hard to be rightYou miss the love in that first sightAnd your lover feels alone once again.

Entering the liquor storeYou try your hardest to ignoreThat street sleeper on your left there all alone,And the young men on your rightWith unchained souls and love of nightYou look so scared they laugh and wonder if your stoned,But somewheredeep insideThey feel a pain they've learned to hideBecause that same fear has brought much trouble on their homes,And they know you won't feel safeUntil that cop car wins its raceAnd another life is driven off its road.

It's a hard hand to holdThat is looking for controlIt is tempting to fightWhen you know that you're right,It's hard to lie downWhen you don't trust the groundIt's hard to hold on,It's hard to hold on.